"And how would you describe the pain?",she asked me
Her kind voice holding an edge of caution
Like she was afraid of me
Like somehow my mental pain is something contagious
A disease you can catch
But she doesn't know
She can't know
The midnight tears
The constant anxiety
The "what ifs"
My brain always spilling hatred to the surface of my cranium
Underneath my eyelids my doubts fester
I am drowning in self-hatred and coffee
"The pain is unmeasurable. Its not a 1-10 scale, Its off the charts."
"You can't define this, You cant define me."